Friday, May 09, 2008

What's Another Year

First, I've met many wonderful people, full of talent and humanity. I think I've learned a lot from them - from you. Thank you!

Then, I wrote things I've never thought I would. I love science fiction and the literature of the fantastic in general (not fantasy, but fantastic or fantastique as Wikipedia nicely defines it) - instead, I took to ...poetry. I've only written a poem once before, when I was at the University.

Finally, I've been terribly, horribly stressed out for having to constantly fight the lovely void in my head and an unimaginable lack of time - and all this just to reconcile the writing for the blog with whatever little writing I can manage for my stories. I think I haven't done too badly considering the circumstances. A full-job at... work and then another full-job at... home, no other time for myself other than stolen minutes, here and there, maybe the luxury of half hour late at night, constantly thinking of my stories, frantically scribbling at work or in the car...

Well, here's to another year, just as good as this one and hopefully even better...

And this is Johnny Logan, singing and winning for Ireland, at the 1980 Eurovision Song Contest. Not very related to this post, except for the title, but a song I like very much.

What a wonderful accomplishment, Vesper! I've only been here for a small part of that year, but I have enjoyed my stay, and look forward to the next. :)

It is strange about blogging and poetry...I've experienced the same desire and the surprise that follows. Maybe that compressed time lends itself to the small moments, and sensations, of poems more than to the larger landscapes of fiction.

Happy Bloggaversary, dearest Vesper. Thank you for sharing your wonderful words and thoughts with us. May you and your blog both go from strength to strength! And thank you for being such a wonderful and special person.xxx

Happy Belated Bloggiversary, Vesper!Visiting you's like going into a garden full of fresh veggies, sometimes it's raining, but most of the time it's green and welcoming!(and I think I will always remember that poem of yours about walking in the winter garden, being able to listen to the murmurs of veggies under the blanket of snow.)

In Search of Lost Time

A Member of the Shameless Lions Writing Circle

He leaped at me
from the faded tiles of
Ishtar's procession.
His claws sank deep
into my flesh,
the dust of all illusions upon us.
"What seek you?" he rumbled. "The brilliance
is gone,
the gold is ashes."
"One named Alexander," I said.
"He was once a god."

My Heart Only

In the orchard of pink grapefruit, I walk.
What gleams, what sparkles, so lively, so slyly,
In the hot well of this darkness?
No stars in the high, no glow worms in my skirts.
Only your eyes, your glare of sapphire.
Your mighty roar echoes for me alone,
Sweet and bitter.
Do not devour me, lion of my heart.
Let us sacrifice this ripe grapefruit.